All Chapters of LIFE OF LIES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~BACK TO PRESENTAUTHOR'S POVSia looked at her reflection in the elevator's door. She was wearing a simple black gown with matching black heals. In the name of jewelery, she was only wearing expensive black diamond earings and her usual black expensive watch.Her hairs were set in a ponytail and she was looking as etheral and perfect as she always did with her usual calm and composed demeanor.Her gaze shifted to Louis who was clearly scowling waiting patiently for her to say something. She was thinking of not answering him at all but then she decided to assure Louis as she was afraid his hairs are going to be grey soon with worrying so much,"It's alright Louis!... He is not going to do anything much....You don't need to worry... Take a break or your hairs are going to be grey soon". She tightened her ponytail while still looking at her reflection.

AUTHOR'S POVLouis after hearing what Jack said, looked at Sia giving her the look she was all familiar with. Then he pushed past Jack not forgetting to bump his shoulder and went out of her office.Sia looked Jack for a while noticing his eyes that never wavered from her's even once and sighed, "Let's go" Sia gestured through her hand.Jack got out of the way and stood at the side. Sia knowing that he will walk behind her as always stepped forth going towards the elevator. She stepped inside the elevator and Jack came shortly after. He pressed the Top button on the elevator, as they were going to the terace.Jack was looking at Sia from the corner of his eyes, noticing that she was lost in her thoughts.She was thinking about all the possible reasons that made him call her, but she couldn't think of anything specific.The elevator dinged and Jack stepped out, snapping Si

SIA'S POV:Awestruck would be an uderstatemnet if I say that's what I felt after seeing the dress. To say that it was the most beautiful and elegant black dress I have ever seen in my life, would be least of the praise. I also took notice that black was my only favourite colour. After trying my hardest to look away from the dress, I noticed the makeup artist standing by front of the dressing mirror. I looked at her and she greeted me quite enthusiastically, " Miss Sia! It's so nice to see you in person.... I am Natalia your makeup artist for today. If you hurry up and wear the dress, I will get your makeup and hair finished within time" She was talking like a robot and smiling at me.Ugh! She is too cheesy! I thought, grabbed the dress and went towards the dressing room ignoring her all the way. When I turned around to close the dressing room's door behind me, I saw her coming inside as well. She was so annoying. I almost wanted to ask h

SIA'S POVIt's been an hour, that we have been to this life sucking, boring party. People were everywhere, giving me side looks, while being cautious of me. Hardin after causing the little drama left me, standing there all alone, making me feel more horrible. Only God knows where he went! I spent an hour looking for him, but still couldn't find him. I didn't saw George either, which was good, but suspicious as well, because he was the host of the party. He was supposed to be the most noticeable here, but he was not even present. His wife Clara, was greeting everyone and was apologizing on his behalf. She seemed like a good woman, but was she really what she seemed to be, that was an interesting question to me.After finally giving up on finding Hardin and worrying about what he is going to do, I decided to relax and let the events unfold. I will deal with everything, when the time comes.I went to the bar, that was in the

SIA'S POVSunlight was trying to peek in, from the glass walls in my room, but the drawn curtains, were getting in it's way. The atmosphere felt gloomy, because of the darkness in the room. I was still sitting, with my back against the side of my queen size bed, looking blankly at the wall in front of me. My hairs were disheveled. My eyes were swollen, but void of any kind of emotion now. People failed to undertand me. They thought my eyes were cold, but that was not true. My eyes were dead, just like my dead heart. I often had to place my hand on my heart, to assure myself, that it was still beating and I was still alive. But knowing, that I was still alive, was more painful. I had to endure everything and still stay alive. It was my cruel fate.I looked down at my hands. They say, that the lines on your hands can describe, what is in your fate, but the lines on my hands, have always been so dull. I guess